In the Svalbard kirke I was kindly said: - We all are fellow-Christians! Come on inside, feel easy, Take pictures, have some coffee And sit by the altar Together with us. Burn this little candle. We need no money from you.
Walking downhill, I saw no path: Maybe the ice got in my eyes, Or I was seized by emotions. Smiling faces there were On my way to the town When you just look And say: “Those are Vikings!” I also saw Slavic faces, of course.
Our sky was over three years ago. May regret it or not – it had died very quickly. Under clear July sky I was watching you go Only tears on my cheeks, wet and weakly.
You have changed all we had – My heart seemed to stop beating. All the feeling you sent Were just lying and cheating. Not to yell, not to cry, Have to save mind from losing. Colours changed in the sky So mysteriously confusing. Das war die Ende. Und ich Bin allein in mein Zimmer. Nichts für dich, nichts für mich Und das ist für immer.